It's probably not a good idea to give a 20 month old kid an ice cream cone in his car seat while you're driving around town on a hot day. It can make a wee bit of a mess. You'd think this would be a no brainer, but apparently, for me, motherhood has a learning curve.
See, I didn't think he'd take it. I bought the ice cream for myself. Up until today Alex has hated ice cream with the fire of a thousand suns. Nothing disgusts him more. So when he was begging for my ice cream cone from the back seat, I gave it to him, thinking he'd take a lick, make the yucky face, and I could have it back. No harm, no foul. But today, after the initial lick and the requisite "Ewwww" face, he took another lick, and another, and another... I was overjoyed. My son was finally acting like he'd come from my gene pool after all. You don't know how hard it is having a son who likes fruits and veggies and organic waffles when I'd happily take a naked swim in a vat of Ben & Jerry's. I suspect it was the novelty of having the ice cream in a sugar cone rather than on a spoon. Either way, he now likes vanilla ice cream, and my backseat is covered in vanilla sticky.
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